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Today’s horoscope. “Helpful is practically your middle name. Improve your karma by lending a hand.” I have the organizer lady coming back today. Shouldn’t she be lending the hand?

My bookshelves have been cleaned, and boxes of my own books consolidated. Sheesh! I have a huge stack of books I don’t need and should give away. So if you help me today, one lucky winner will get her choice of two books from this list:

And what do you have to do to win? Well, you know I have a lot on my mind with the new book, so I really don’t want to think that hard about what should happen next to poor ole DiDi in Bad Moon Rising (your free serialized story). I want you to tell me what should happen next in the story. It could be something big or small, sexy or not. I’ll take all of your suggestions and think about it, then come back and let you vote. And it might be a good idea for you to read the two chapters of the story first!

Hmm…how about Didi wakes up, alone, the next morning and discovers that someone has slipped an envelope under her motel room door. The envelope contains pictures of her and her two fellas from the previous night, and in the pictures, Didi finally sees that there is something “different” about Bobby

Don’t know what it is about Mason but he just does it for me. Bobby – not so much.

Can’t wait to see where this is going. it definitely is something I would’ve picked up at the store to read.

Than what?

She tries to make some sense of what happened by writing it down in her book (she’s already using them as her main characters). Once she calms down and quits wigging out, she goes to check on her car and see what she can find out about the house she inherited and the town.

How about she wakes up alone confused and dirty with one handcuff hanging around her wrist. She doesnt remember what happened so both Mason and Bobby have to reenact the hot and lustful scene again to jog her memory.

She wakes up naked, one hand cuffed to the bed. She thinks she was dreaming, but she has dirt on her and her body is sore. She looks around the room and finds Mason sleeping in a chair. He stirs because he feels her watching him. Their eyes lock and the heat flares between them. In that moment, she knows it wasn’t a dream.